Disclaimer: I don't own any character from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and I don't own the song (Colour-Blind by Counting Crows. Get it, it's a great song.)
Summary: This is from Tara's POV. Set before she came to Sunnydale.
A/N: When Tara says 'he' or 'him', she is referring to her father. This is my first fic on this account, I'm not new, don't feel you have to be (too) nice…J
I am colour-blind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
That's how he made it. I didn't get to see the beautiful colours of the world. Just the dreary black, white and grey that was 'home'. There were too many rules made out against me. Just because I could do something that I they thought I shouldn't. Because of what they thought I was. I looked to everyone I could, pleading with them…to save me.
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
He says I couldn't handle it. The rest of the world outside 'home'. He has no faith in me. I'm supposed to stay at 'home' the rest of my life and 'look after' him and my brother. Just like Mom. I'm their replacement.
But I am ready. For the world. For anything. It can't compare to this hell.
I am taffy stuck and tongue tied
Stutter shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
This is what they did to me. I'm stuck inside a box, not free to speak or do anything without getting permission. He gave me this stutter. He made me scared to get out of the box, to do anything no-one expected.
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am fine
But I will. I'm leaving. Headed for somewhere else. I doubt I'll be noticed much, but it should be better than high-school. And maybe he'll leave me alone. Maybe…..
I am covered in skin
No-one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
That's just it. He's made me so scared of the world that I won't be able to make any friends. I bet no-one has ever heard of magic being real, or would except me being a witch. But what if they did….?
I am folded
And unfolded
And unfolding
I'm like a table cloth to him. I can only be brought out every once in a while. Then he puts me away again.
I am colour-blind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I'll see the colours he hid from me. The ones my mother talked about. The bright ones, the dark ones, the sparkly and most special ones.
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I'll just keep saying that inside my head. That'll make it easy…er. 'I am ready I am ready I am ready'.
Now, I'll just have to tell him I want to leave. 'I am ready I am ready I am ready' It won't be that hard.
I am fine
I am fine
I am fine
'I am fine I am fine I am fine'